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so cool...a museum visit, wether real or imagined or looked at from the rear view mirror can take us to all kind of places..whew...i'm a bit breathless...and smiling...

esp. loved the below lines because i think it's the same with our poetry as it is with the painting or with every art work...I tell him that once viewed theyare no longer mine, but belong to the world,like Saint George and the Dragon

really like that closing stanza where you kick into action with your own response...some fierce imagery in here...and i laughed out loud at let me color my world likea purple-assed baboonwalking backwards on the moon!

WOW! I always love your writing, Timoteo, but this one has to be one of your best. It is so rich, and I love following the thoughts from myth to memory to questions to observations. Just one terrifically wonderful read. Truly great writing.

I just loved this. I felt like you were taking me all over the place in each stanza and, for me, it was as though I was fleeing a critic of my life's work and the hushed gallery is waiting for me to tee off and of course I sliced it!

You know, Timo, you can really write. This is one of the best I've read in a long time--especially the first half--very tight, but I also enjoyed how the poem became more dreamy/nightmarey toward the end. Thanks for the intro to Moreau, as well.

PS Yes, I walked my pet cricket. Once.(But not my goldfish, though I did use to try to pet him. He never seemed very affectionate, though.)

This is incredibly well written. Your use of language is spot on. It is clever (art imitates death,) gothic (cutting edge of the moon) and topical (brownshirt in a black sky.) I love it all. Damned good!

Ah, Tim, no one can make me laugh, cry and feel uncomfortable all in a few lines the way you can. Well, maybe Congress, but for different reasons. I have to admit that I sometimes need to close my eyes to the truth.

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